
05-13-2008, 11:27 AM
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horny as hell
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Join Date: Jun 2003
Posts: 290
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The snow gently fell in tiny clumps and bits
frozen lace resting on my fingertips
Shimmering in the bright morning sunshine
The taste on my lips like a sweet frozen wine
Passion's fervor has left it's residue of blush
I feel your cheek burning..should I speak, shall I hush
Silence is golden yet so hard to bear
So I move closer to you and these words I share
"We have waited so long for this..."
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